Thursday, 7 October 2010

MY VOCATION.

At My schoolI was one of those kidsWho thought that bed testingWould be a worthy occupation for sure,But,Once left,I realized enough People already did that for a livingAnd that the pay and conditions were poor,SoI wanderedInto shipping, which,To its credit, wasn’t responsibleFor the eventual debt I was saddled withAsThat wasMy own doingDue to this particular careerChoice not affording me the life I lived,ByWhich timeIt was too late toStop the rot setting into The dry timbered hull I’d lazily built,AndEver sinceI’ve searched the EarthFor worthy work and luckilyI’ve found a sturdy girl to employ my skills.